Yall lil boys out here tellin' stories from so long ago
I remember it different (Ah-ah-ahhh)
You didn't shoot s***
Zeen' fam
Yep- get it- go!
I walked in the house (Walked in)
I bearly said nun'
Zip- Bebble in her mouth (Uh-yeea)
Brought her right to the couch (Err)
Say she love designer boojee B****, now she can feel me in her pouch (Ou-Bebble)
Purolator, how I knock and i bounce
How I was playing with that cookie, by the end call me scout (Pew pew pew pew)
Her man was looking for the clout (Errr)
Had to tell the boy, chill my goonies ell' punch you in yo mouth (Lil n****)
We talking keys, you talk an ounce (Wah)
Speaking of which, he ain't got none
He was still outside the house (Haa haaaa)
Round 2 ain't a drought
2nd floor window, he was watching while I dug his shorty out (Lil creep!)
Talk like a lion, you a trout
Christopher Columbus type f***a
You a p**** from the crouch (Lil b****)
So good she feel asleep with no blouse
Up, then I heard freeze, LAPD in the house (And we in Canada)
Usane how I Bolt out the house
Not before grabbin' the shiniest Rolex off that sprout
Too fast, as I blew past, i'm on my way out
Realized it was a rent a cop, I think he had gout
Saw her man, caught him one, slap!
He down for the count
Catch who, Donald Duck
You was living in your doubt
Moral is, you can never trust a rap or a mouse
I'm the one baby boy, like Snoop on yo couch
AHHH
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Yall lil boys out here tellin' stories from so long ago
I remember it different (Ah-ah-ahhh)
You didn't shoot s***
Zeen' fam
Yep- get it- go!
I walked in the house (Walked in)
I bearly said nun'
Zip- Bebble in her mouth (Uh-yeea)
Brought her right to the couch (Err)
Say she love designer boojee B****, now she can feel me in her pouch (Ou-Bebble)
Purolator, how I knock and i bounce
How I was playing with that cookie, by the end call me scout (Pew pew pew pew)
Her man was looking for the clout (Errr)
Had to tell the boy, chill my goonies ell' punch you in yo mouth (Lil n****)
We talking keys, you talk an ounce (Wah)
Speaking of which, he ain't got none
He was still outside the house (Haa haaaa)
Round 2 ain't a drought
2nd floor window, he was watching while I dug his shorty out (Lil creep!)
Talk like a lion, you a trout
Christopher Columbus type f***a
You a p**** from the crouch (Lil b****)
So good she feel asleep with no blouse
Up, then I heard freeze, LAPD in the house (And we in Canada)
Usane how I Bolt out the house
Not before grabbin' the shiniest Rolex off that sprout
Too fast, as I blew past, i'm on my way out
Realized it was a rent a cop, I think he had gout
Saw her man, caught him one, slap!
He down for the count
Catch who, Donald Duck
You was living in your doubt
Moral is, you can never trust a rap or a mouse
I'm the one baby boy, like Snoop on yo couch
AHHH
I remember it different (Ah-ah-ahhh)
You didn't shoot s***
Zeen' fam
Yep- get it- go!
I walked in the house (Walked in)
I bearly said nun'
Zip- Bebble in her mouth (Uh-yeea)
Brought her right to the couch (Err)
Say she love designer boojee B****, now she can feel me in her pouch (Ou-Bebble)
Purolator, how I knock and i bounce
How I was playing with that cookie, by the end call me scout (Pew pew pew pew)
Her man was looking for the clout (Errr)
Had to tell the boy, chill my goonies ell' punch you in yo mouth (Lil n****)
We talking keys, you talk an ounce (Wah)
Speaking of which, he ain't got none
He was still outside the house (Haa haaaa)
Round 2 ain't a drought
2nd floor window, he was watching while I dug his shorty out (Lil creep!)
Talk like a lion, you a trout
Christopher Columbus type f***a
You a p**** from the crouch (Lil b****)
So good she feel asleep with no blouse
Up, then I heard freeze, LAPD in the house (And we in Canada)
Usane how I Bolt out the house
Not before grabbin' the shiniest Rolex off that sprout
Too fast, as I blew past, i'm on my way out
Realized it was a rent a cop, I think he had gout
Saw her man, caught him one, slap!
He down for the count
Catch who, Donald Duck
You was living in your doubt
Moral is, you can never trust a rap or a mouse
I'm the one baby boy, like Snoop on yo couch
AHHH
Writer: james gordon
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